In a space between thoughts...

The stinging solitude,
the swell of a mantra buzz,
the ecstasy of Nothingness...
innervision melts like
hot wax rainbows;
Elation - a separation
Out of body,
soul's like liquid,
pouring through the ceiling and
onto the indigo wings of a glorious Mother Angel;

We soar,
through tunnels of blinding white,
through swirling shapes and designs,
their majestic colors unknown...
then over a city of golden light and pastel brilliance
that, supposedly, I once called home.

I stopped breathing for 93 seconds...